[color=your choice of hex color]❝The Shapeless ❞[/color]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Name |[/color]
[Beldur]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Nickname |[/color]
[The Shapeless]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Gender |[/color]
[Male]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Age |[/color]
[25]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Sexuality |[/color]
[hetrosexual]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Race |[/color]
[Dalish elf]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Eye Color |[/color]
Yellow
[color=your choice of hex color]| Hair Color |[/color]
Dark Brown
[color=your choice of hex color]| Height |[/color]
5"5
[color=your choice of hex color]| Weight |[/color]
98lbs
[color=your choice of hex color]| Skin Tone |[/color]
pale
[color=your choice of hex color]| Distinct Markings |[/color]
dark red spider tatoos cover his face and webbing tatoos cover his arms
[color=your choice of hex color]| Physical Description |[/color]
Beldur looks only lightly muscled with very little fat on him, his robes are animal hides that cover most of him and a long cone of leather covers his legs, his bright yellow eyes are kind to elves yet hard and mistrusting to any and all humans, a shortsword hangs by his waist slightly curved like all the other dalish weaponry oddly enough the sword seems made of wood, his long hair often hangs loose past his shoulders but somtimes is braided to keep it behind his ears, his general stance is an offensive once, wide and open his head held high around humans as if daring anyone to call him out on being a dalish
[color=your choice of hex color]| Habits |[/color]
[reading, tending to animals, exploring]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Likes |[/color]
[Forests,
Dalish elves
animals
his magic
being in the form of a spider
spiders in general]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Dislikes |[/color]
[Humans
Templars
Being thought of as a lesser person
Blood magic
Darkspawn]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Strengths |[/color]
[A mage who can also shapeshift, very Cunning, grey warden strengths]
[color=your choice of hex color] stubborn when humans are involved, mistrusting and in rare cases openly hostile to anyone who thinks themselves better than him, can get detected by darkspawn |[/color]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Weapon(s) |[/color]
leather and hide robes, a wooden staff with an emerald placed on the top which can be seen glittering in the sunlight, an ironwood shortsword
[color=your choice of hex color]| Potential Interest |[/color]
none as of yet
[color=your choice of hex color]| Family |[/color]
Father: Father | Age 40| Status [Deceased]
Mother: Mother | Age 39| Status alive
Siblings: Sister/Brother both | Age 15| Status alive
[color=your choice of hex color]| Personality |[/color]
his personality shifts depending on his company, around humans its a wary disdain and often refusal to interact with them with templars he is openly hostile, with city elves he is sympathetic and helpful, to the dalish he is loyal, trusting, trustworthy and often defending them in every situation always taking the dalish side, but everyone can see some traits him that are the same regardless of company, he often keeps watch during the night, he cares for animals, when fighting he is relentless
[color=your choice of hex color]| History |[/color]
Beldur spent the first fifteen years with the dalish, he was happy and frinedly and when his magic started to appear he was even happier becoming adept at magic quickly learning the ancient magic of shapeshifting which as is the dalish way is given freely to all first's. his will at resisting the beyond and its monsters was amazing and he excelled in his enviroment his magic more focued on using nature, rocks, earth and evern bending the trees themselves to his will likse most dalish magics.
but as the dales often say: it didnt last.
When exploring an unexplored grove in the forests with his little sister he was set upon by templars and seized, but not without fighting visciously and just long enough for his sister to escape, when she was safe he submitted to them and was taken to the circle, there he spent three long years in the circle tower given the harrowing instantly and was imeediately isolated from most of the mages and some templars because of his now cold and hostile nature, he made a circle of friends among the elven mages and apprentices there, most never seeing a dalish elf, on the third year they helped Beldur escape by finding a secure spot near the base of the tower near the stone port that drops off mages and templars, using his pwoer as a dalish elf he raised the port and used it to make a hole in the tower jsut big enough for him to squeeze through but he didnt go un noticed, stealing a boat he fled into the wilderness the templars forever chasing him.
Weeks wnet on of this when finally he ran into grey wardens, at first he was hostile like a beast trapped in a corner but after noticing their uniforms he became calm if wary, when the templars caught up they were told that Beldur was to be recruited into the grey wardens by the right of conscription. the angry templars left and beldur traveled with the wardens for the next five years showing his prowess at killing darkspawn his mood rarely changed untill another dalish joined them and they became close friends, when it was time beldur left the grey wardens after suceeding his task and traveled back to the forests, he waited a year untill his family returned and his nine year kidnapping had been finally over, he returned as the keepers first and while he seemed like his old self his family knew that he had changed, the dark grip of hatred clutched him and they were upset at his silent suffering, beldur wept when news of his fathers suicide caught him, he was apprantly the only child his father wanted, while happy with the twins that arrived ten eyars later but beldur was the favourate it would seem, beldur wept and in a broken state molded the trees into a memorial for him before getting on with the now happier times with his return to the dalish
[url=url link here][color=your choice of hex color]| Ensifurem - Wanderer |[/color][/url]
[color=your choice of hex color]| Lyrics |[/color]
[In time bleeding wounds will heal
Unlike some which are too deep to see
Like scars in a nomad's soul
Their mending is so slow
Not the shout of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him
But when sun sets and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkness of night
He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone
With bare hands he has taken many lives
He's had a hundred women by his side
From enchanted woods through the freezing north
He's known on every sea and far beyond
As the moon grows and the circle is complete
He lies down and waits for sleep
But there's always a scenery in his mind
Of all the beauty he once left behind
He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone ]